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Breaking News: I Landed a Scholarship to Princeton! Promise, I Won’t Lose My Wild Streak
What can happen with a few stories on Medium

I’m silent these days. My friends in Berlin ask me what’s wrong. But nothing’s wrong. I’m just in a state of complete wonder. Me, Robin Wild, was just asked to apply for a scholarship to Princeton, USA, and was then immediately accepted.
Me, myself, and I. From a black forklift truck driver and systemic design coder catapulted into the intellectual of the intellectuals.
Sometimes things can go fast when you become a writer.
What story did it, I wonder?
I really don’t know. They didn’t tell me.
Was it a story I published via Code Like a Girl, Dinah Davis (She/Her)?
Or AfroSapiophile, Johnny Silvercloud?
Modern Women, ADEOLA SHEEHY-ADEKALE?
Or Unpopular Opinions, Melanie J.?
I didn’t publish many more stories. I don’t even have that many followers here. But I’ve always wanted to get an university opportunity and here it is. Am I a powerful manifester after all? Through Medium? Through my being just me. And doing what I do. Write independent opinions.
They said it was a story on Medium that attracted their attention. And yes, I am a polymath. I love linguistic intellectualism in the overflow of hardcore dynamic math and science. So, that might be it.
Was it my practical futurism based on Gaia Theory? Was it my big aim? My bold statement? Did they believe me it is possible when I say…
Black Mums 4 President!
I really don’t know! And as they say in intellectual circles, I’ll just lean into the unknowing in this VUCA world. Volatile. Uncertain. Complex. Ambiguous. Tell me about it…
I’m fully immersed in ambiguous silence at this moment.
Nervous About America
When the letter came, I felt a deep roar in the pit of my stomach. A volcano exploding! I’ve never been to America. I’m used to London and the UK countryside where I grew up. I’m used to Africa where my dad comes from. I’m used to Berlin where I went to live on my 16th at my uncle Oswald’s, the astrophysicist brother of my mum.
And since 5 years, we live with 3 people in Berlin, accompanied by my daughter May. Her dad doesn’t know that he has a child.
We’ve never been to America. Let alone New Jersey. The country of racial issues. The country of bias and big, bigger, biggest. I might feel super small there. What do you think? Would I fit in? You should know.
You, my reader-friends, are American after all.
Luckily, the people of Princeton were very friendly when I voiced my fears. They explained about the heart and soul in their astrophysics, quantum physics, dynamic math, chemistry, and technology education.
They explained about their peace work in connection to big thinkers like Gregory Bateson and Noam Chomsky.
And luckily, my uncle Oswald immediately said he would come too. To help me look after May and to satisfy his curiosity about the place where Einstein and Oppenheimer were schooled.
With my Uncle O. together I dare to go. May will love the new environment, I hope. Children are flexible.
2024 Resolution
So, let me be silent for a bit longer. I have to pack. We have find a place to stay in Princeton. We have to rent out our apartment in Berlin. I have to go visit my mum and dad in London for Christmas to discuss things properly and not over the phone.
I have to host a farewell party for my friends here in Berlin.
And I want to visit my mentor Desiree Driesenaar in Greece or Holland or wherever she is nowadays. She really helped me get this far. She helped me overcome my fear for intellectual women.
She made me strong and made me see lots of the puzzle pieces for a good future in America as much as in Europe and Africa.
She made me see… just made me see sense…
I’ll keep you posted, my friends!
Stay tuned to the noise, music, sound, rhythm of my Gaia Theory journey into the world of intellectualists.
I’ll keep listening to Beyonce on my earphones…